Edmund Spenser Quotes

Next was November, he full gross and fat, As fed with lard, and that right well might seem; For, he had been a fatting hogs of late.

Jolly June, arrayed All in green leaves, as he a Player were.

First, sturdy March with brows full sternly bent, And armed strongly, rode upon a ram, The same which over Hellespontus swam: Yet in his hand a spade he also hent, And in a bag all sorts of seeds ysame, Which on the earth he strowed as he went, And filled her womb with fruitful hope of nourishment.

What man that sees the ever-whirling wheel Of Change, the which all mortal things doth sway, But that thereby doth find, and plainly feel, How mutability in them doth play Her cruel sports, to many men’s decay?

Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.

Yet is that glass so gay, that it can blind The wisest sight, to think gold that is brass.